New Year's Bell

Clock screams midnight at the top of its lungs
Noise makers burst and music reigns supreme on a loud speaker
Capping off the night with a slow linging kiss with a lover
And drinking so much your brain swells up
Getting locked up in a Campbell's soup can
Thoughts becoming a mix of condensed vegetable mush
Once the storming hangover clears with tomato juice
Promises generated of the standard word play
Of dieting and trying to be nice to others for a change
Only those limited plans are never laid down
With strong cement, just weak silly putty
Promise, promises, promises
That never mean much when chasing champagne
And that stupid ball in Times Square
Only a night of drunken debauchery
Nothing more or less
When the leopard cannot erase their spots with a pencil
Because they always return the next day
Time to accept that evolution is not for everyone
Just the ones willing to go the extra step when they're sober.